Every girl seemed to be aware of me as I walked past. All the younger ones stared, and if I actually looked back, giggled and huddled with their frien...s. Just out of mischief I winked at one and in front of my eyes she turned beetroot and rushed off, suddenly late for something. Even the other female Prefects acknowledged me now. It was not just the ones I knew from my dance class — they were fair enough. But these were the smart set; fashionable young women with ambitious tastes. I was pretty. Justin wondered about us, by the way.”“What do you mean?”“About you and me. He was always saying how weird it was that we’re so close.”“Well, what the hell does he know anyway?”“I hope you don’t mind, but I ... kinda told him about what we did.”“What? About ... what you and I did? Sarah ... you did not. Why would you do that?”“I don’t know. I had some bizarre idea that it would turn him on or something.”“Did you tell him ... everything?”“Well, no not completely everything. Almost, but not. His penis, his erection, his cock, had been between my legs and I could feel its head move as he guided it up along my inner thigh, then to my vagina.I tipped my hips a little, he moved a little, and...,,,and it was no longer a fantasy. Another man, not my husband, was in me.Moving in me.Fucking me.Somehow he had gotten my arms above my head and was holding them there. I was stretched out tall on the bed, being taken.I loved it.You’d probably call it missionary-position, plain-vanilla sex but. On the side of the gravel covered road are wooden huts and fences, some front yards with deep green grass and colourful flowers. Some small birds with yellow feathers at their wings are picking seeds out of a giant sunflower. A older man waves at you with an amiable smile and walks slowly down the street, a small white dog with some brown and black spots accompanies him.Something feels odd, but you can’t quite make it out what.Not bothered that much, you start following Suzanna down the street..